The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my heart

but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that

craved for any

weak, my breath ragged and I knew I was

much and my mind was fogged

their taunts mingling with the roaring

one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

stepped forward and ran his index finger

my mouth as he inserted his finger inside it,

up and down his finger,

dripped with false sympathy as he turned

do anything to make this

right, Lyla? Do you want me

pushed through them before he could finish speaking,

hear mocking laughter chasing

get away, to find

solid wall of

my lips but the words died in

was the amber-eyed

with a mix of

he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and

the room as

could feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in my

to his signet on the third finger

a Lycan leader, but not just any Lycan

White Moon Throne – the highest rank in the

I realized the gravity of

the most powerful man in my world, with the scent of

trembled, expecting a reprimand or

the punishment for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

is seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White

leader’s eyes were intense, a deep amber that seemed

his gaze held something

reached out, pulling me up

his voice

electric, his hand warm against my arm and my breath hitched

– I’m fine,” I stammered but my

over me, stronger than before

my vision

Lycan leader caught me, his

could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy,

at him, my cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an

Time seemed to slow.

whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this strange,

a flash of something raw and